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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

on my knees

On Tuesday I was on my hands and knees taking a photo of spring creeping into Pennsylvania, when a colleague came around the corner. She thought I was praying. I could have been. To a God, who six hours before the ground got covered with five inches of snow, gave me a sign of hope. A couple of weeks ago a woman who I have worked with for years lost a college aged son in an automobile accident. I send a card with my prayers included. May those amazing powers of hope, joy, and love come and help her through these dark times.

Today five inches of snow had covered my sign of hope and when I got to the school I am told more sad news as I check in. Again I hope that the sadness is felt and then some how released.

At work a friend had forwarded me an internet prayer chain thingee. Is she too in need of prayer? I will ask her tomorrow as she will hopefully be stopping by my room. I sent her an e-mail and told her I would pass it on, but no tags and no "do this in five minutes."

As I sit here hoping for joy to melt sadness, I have made my wish. So I will finally read the words I have pasted below. The words I am to pass on. The words are by St Therese and they came to me the day after I blogged about praying at night, in silence, with her at the Jesuit Retreat Center.

Here my friends...

'May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'

I am sad. I am hopeful.

if these words touched your heart as they just touched mine. Pass them on... and on... they have been flowing for hundreds of years by folk like ourselves.

Always so sad to hear of more broken-hearted people. There are by far too many. I find lately that I wake up praying for people. Some I've never met but they are on my heart none the less. It seems there's not much I can do, but in the meantime, I'll pray.

Thank you for sharing those St. Therese words. Timely to say the least.